We had fun on National Poetry Day composing a poem at lunchtime.
In the school garden the children learnt about a fairy whose job was to serve the fairy queen. It was the fairy from Shakespeare’s 'A Midsummer Nights Dream'.
I serve the fairy queen---
I mow the grass,
I move the trees, the shed,
I move the school onto a cloud
I can sweep the floor with a
little flower or leaf,I clean your teeth,
And I
Trump, stick out my tongue and burp
And don’t say pardon me!
You can pay me with chocolate,
Purple, jewelled flowers,Fluffy fairy dust
Or
You can make me a fairy den with leaves from the golden box,
And if
The fairy queen comes
You can pay me with extra wings,Sparkly wings.
I serve the fairy queen-----
I collect apples,
I pick flowers for the queen to wear at a party.I collect logs for a fire,
I will climb up the shed if a pussy cat gets stuck.
You can pay me with,
Leaves, flowers, flying money
And big logs.
Ginger biscuits, white fairy bunsAnd pink and blue money
But the bad fairy serves another
I chop people’s heads off,
I punch the tooth fairy,I chop down the trees on top of people.
I collect poisonous berries,I make mixtures to give people stomach ache.
I push people onto a sharp fork,I break fairy wings.
I push people out of the way.I take the magic off the leaves.
I screw up the flowers, I wave sticks.And turn fairies into stone.
In A Midsummer Nights Dream, Puck is the mischievous fairy who serves Oberon. The fairy queen is Titania
Both of these poems are first drafts, you may wish to change parts of the poem or add more words to them.
You may wish to think about------
What other jobs could fairies do to help nature? What things might they collect?
What kind of things might fairies tidy away? Puddles, mist in the morning, shadows????
You could make a list of jobs the fairy could do at home----the sock pairing fairy
How else could a fairy be paid ?-----giggles, moonbeams ?????
We would love to read your ideas.
If you want you can add your ideas to the display in the hall or bring any of your poems into school.
Foundation stage went back into the garden on Friday to make Fairy dens.
Thank you Connie for writing this poem at home with your mum.
Over wet soggy grass,
Over houses that are tall.
Through ice cream rockets,
Through tickling laughter.
Over stingy nettles Over muddy paths.
Through a dark scary cave
Through magical books.
I do wander everywhere.
Through a watering can that has got wings.
Under spiky tables and fairies play.
Up into space and down to the
Ground the fairies play. Foundation Stage (RB) returned to the garden to gather ideas for another poem, using part of the structure of the lines from A Midsummer Nights Dream.
Over hard, lumpy twigs, over loud rock floor.
Through soft trees through bumpy, bad wood.
Over high trees, over prickly leaf trees,
Up the trees and through the leaves,
Through the hole in the logs, through round, bendy, branches.
I do wander everywhere. Through the disgusting compost heap
Under stingy nettles,
The fairies dig a hole.
Up the log, the sitting logs, mushrooms.
Down big badger holes,
And over and over the castles of the cities. Then R2 gathered their ideas. Over spiky gate, over butterfly bushes.
Through spooky dark trees, through lavender house
Over long grass, over pretty flowers.
Through prickly bushes, through plant pots with holes.
Over spider cave.
I do wander everywhere.
Under the soil, through the magic leaves,
In green and red bushes, over acorn trees.
Up the tree with a face,
Down round trees.
Under, over, fairies
go.